Garbage system does not distribute tasks

"Authentic?"

Now Zhao Tiezhu has an almost fanatical trust and admiration for Qin Yong. Since his little brother said it is the real work, it must be the real work!
"I can give you more details about the copied works, but I can't determine the value of the authentic works."

Zhao Tiezhu said with some embarrassment.

"Then think about it, is there anyone around who has researched this?" Qin Yong continued.

Zhao Tiezhu thought for a moment, and quickly gave the answer: "I know an old man, he belongs to the Provincial Collection Association, and he happens to live in Linzhou City, let me ask you."

"Row."

Seeing that Qin Yong agreed, Zhao Tiezhu hurriedly made a phone call.

After a while, Zhao Tiezhu hung up the phone and looked at Qin Yong with a smile: "The old man is just at home, and he is also very interested in your painting. Let me go there with you."

"No need, just tell me the location and I can go there by myself, you hurry up and get busy with the new company."

Qin Yong rejected Zhao Tiezhu's kindness, and he can do such things by himself. Most importantly, he also hoped that Zhao Tiezhu would be busy with the new company as soon as possible.

"That's fine!" Zhao Tiezhu nodded.

After the two returned to Zhao Tiezhu's office, Qin Yong and Chen Meier said goodbye to everyone and left Lei Ao's headquarters.

Before leaving, there was a small incident - Ye Yiliu, the operation manager, seemed to be provoking Chen Meier, and asked for Qin Yong's contact information before Qin Yong left.

The reason was to contact him as soon as the information and plan came out. After all, it was an official business, and Qin Yong couldn't refuse, so he gave Ye Yiliu his contact information.

That's why Chen Meier was always angry.

In her words, Qin Yong's stamina is too weak, just like the scholar in the story who was targeted by a vixen, there is no bone left that would be eaten if he was not careful.

Qin Yong looked at Chen Meier who was driving the car, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "You always say that he is a vixen and I am a scholar, so what are you?"

"I'm a fairy! I could tell at a glance that she was not human!" Chen Meier said angrily.

"As for... I think Manager Ye is very dedicated, right? You should learn more from others. You can see how broad-minded they are, and then look at yours... Tsk tsk tsk..." There was something in Qin Yong's words .

Chen Meier lowered her head subconsciously: "Mine is also very broad..."

It's just that this sentence is not so confident, after all, compared with that goblin, the only thing that is not confident is the so-called mind.

It's much more fun to have someone to talk to and spank while driving.

Chen Meier followed Qin Yong's navigation and ran for nearly an hour before arriving at the destination.

This made Chen Meier very addicted. In her words, driving such a sports car and enjoying the super high rate of turning heads, you will not be tired after running for a day!
Qin Yong also thought it was a good idea, he would have a full-time driver in the future.

The destination was an antique three-story building. According to the message Zhao Tiezhu sent to him, Qin Yong made a phone call.

Soon, an old man with white hair and childlike face came out from the building.

"Xiao Qin, right?" It can be seen that the relationship between this old gentleman and Zhao Tiezhu should be good, and he was very enthusiastic when he saw Qin Yong.

"Hello, Mr. Shi." Seeing that the old man was very enthusiastic, Qin Yong also showed the etiquette that a junior should have.

"Where are the things?" It's just that the old man looked at Qin Yong with empty hands, and the wrinkles on his forehead were twisted together.

Qin Yong has black lines all over his head, and the enthusiasm of others is not for his own sake, nor for Zhao Tiezhu's.

Instead, be interested in your own stuff...

"I brought..." Qin Yong quickly took out the scroll from the car.

Hearing what Qin Yong said, the old man's wrinkles stretched out again.

"Come on, hurry up and invite inside, please inside..."

Qin Yong held the painting with a gloomy expression on his face, this old man is too real, he doesn't even bother to hide his expression.

However, she obediently followed the old man into the house with Chen Meier.

The house is well decorated.

Not only is it antique on the outside, but it also looks very charming on the inside.

"Come on, little friend, can you show me your picture of going up the river during the Qingming Festival?"

When he came to an extremely long wooden case, the old man rubbed his hands and flattered Qin Yong.

The wooden case is very clean, probably the place where the old man often works.

Without the slightest hesitation, Qin Yong handed out the scroll in his hand.

Such a refreshing action also made the old man look at Qin Yong a few more times.

But soon the old man spread out the scroll.

The Qingming Riverside Picture is 24.8 centimeters wide and more than 500 centimeters long. Thanks to the old man’s wooden case being long enough, it is just enough to fully unfold the painting.

After the painting was spread out, Qin Yong and Chen Meier were completely reduced to background panels.

The old man's eyes lit up, he was puzzled at first, then pleasantly surprised, then picked up a magnifying glass, and began to observe bit by bit along the side of the scroll.

"This...is this really...really authentic?"

The old man holds a magnifying glass in one hand, and the other hand looks like he wants to touch it but dare not touch it...

Nearly half an hour passed, and the old man seemed to be immersed in the painting.

Qin Yong's feet were a little sore, he turned his head and looked at Chen Mei'er.

Poor sister Mei also gave Qin Yong a helpless wry smile.

"Ahem, old mister..." Qin Yong could only cough softly to remind the old man.

The old man only saw half of it with a magnifying glass. If he continues like this, he doesn't know that he will see the year of the monkey.

Hearing the sound of coughing, the old man also realized that he was really addicted to this painting.

"Sure enough...it really is the real thing!"

This was within Qin Yong's expectation, how could the rewards given by the system be fake.

So what Qin Yong cares about is not this, but how much he can sell.

"Old man, how much do you think it is worth?"

"What?" When the old man heard this, his face turned red, "This! This is a priceless treasure, and you want to sell it for money?"

Qin Yong was about to cry: "Why is it priceless, I don't want it to be priceless, I want it to be priceless!"

"Hey! Prodigal stuff!" The old man was trembling with anger at Qin Yong's words, and he put down such a sentence for a long time.

Qin Yong was depressed, and the old man said again: "Why don't you sell 5 million to me?"

Now it was Qin Yong's turn to be dumbfounded, looking at the old man's flattering expression.

Didn't you just say that it is a priceless treasure, why are you asking me to sell it to you now?

But the price of 5 million... is it so valuable?
"Hey, forget it, my old man doesn't take advantage of you, the price of this painting is far more than that!" The old man seemed very unwilling.

Much more than that?
Chen Meier exclaimed when she heard this.

This painting...is too valuable.

"Well, there just happened to be a recording of a treasure appraising program in the afternoon. I'll let you go through the back door, and you take this painting with you."

"The publicity of the program is strong. I said that this painting is a priceless treasure. I didn't mean to flatter it. The more people who know about it, the higher the price you will pay for it."

What the old man said next, made Qin Yong feel good for a while.

"That's fine..." Qin Yongle agreed with a smile.

"However... I have a small request... It's not a request, it's a suggestion." The old man continued.

"Oh?" Qin Yong looked at the old man's suddenly serious face and asked in doubt.

"I hope that if possible, Xiaoyou can sell this painting to us Chinese people as much as possible. After all, it is something from our country."